Sunday afternoon, I went out into the back yard with the dogs.
As I wandered around and they ran and played, I caught a whiff of flowers.
I stopped in my tracks, closed my eyes, and took a slow, deep breath.
Absolutely my favorite smell on this earth. I went over to our navel orange and tangelo trees and found the first blossoms on each. I stood there with my head in each tree, just breathing in the beautiful smell.
If you haven't smelled orange blossoms, it's pretty close in smell to honeysuckle, but a couple of shades different. And a good bit stronger smell than on a honeysuckle vine.
There are still orange groves within a few miles of where we live, and maybe next weekend, Lovely Wife and I can make our annual pilgrimage to the rural roads near here that allow us to roll down the windows, drive slowly, and just immerse ourselves in the incredible experience of being right smack dab in the middle of an orange grove.
A great experience, and probably my favorite time in Florida, before it gets really hot, but the days are warm and breezy.
After checking out the blossoms on our own trees yesterday, I knocked off the remaining oranges and tangelos, so that the trees can put their energy toward new blossoms and soon after the blossoms are gone, new fruit.
I know. It seems shameful, but the ones that were left on our trees this late didn't taste good any more.